With all of this new baby-stuff rolling around in our lives, it’s too easy for me to get caught up in the pattern of nursing, diapers, onesies, repeat. My sweet four-year-old also needs some genuine snuggle time and attention paid directly to him. Chase, my husband, has been doing an amazing job helping me divide and conquer bedtime as well as the wake-up routine. But by default, since I’m the milk-cow of the family, I end up caring more for Scarlett, and Chase heads up Red. This, as you can imagine, leaves Red craving a little maternal attention.
Scarlett is finally taking a bottle (after a little PTSD and many, many tears), so that means I was able to play early-morning hooky with Red.
I took my little guy out for his favorite meal of the day, breakfast. His restaurant of choice? “The Waffles House,” which happens to be a southern staple. IHOP and Huddle House need not apply! Let it also be known that Red can down an entire full-size waffle faster than a grown adult and then pack milk on top of it!
After stuffing ourselves silly, I took Red for a workshop at Lowe’s, where they have a free build and grow workshop every few weeks. Your family can build a full-size toy with wood, nails and stickers. This week’s toy was a pull-back racecar that was a lot of fun, but easy to make!
We topped off the fun weekend by dragging Daddy and Scarlett with us to have ice cream for dinner! To be totally honest, I was more excited about this treat than anyone else; I could have eaten 3x what I actually served myself. Perhaps it’s just an excuse to go back?? I think so.
While I know Red had a blast on our Mommy & me date day, it was special for me, too. In 4 short months, I had completely forgotten what it was to be just the two of us. It was incredibly easy (babies are hard, yo!). It was sweet. And I was surprised just how much I needed our time together, too. <3
Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? says
Looks like a great time! We were never able to get past the PTSD of the bottle….but I like to think I’ve had a chance to make up for it.
(I don’t think my girls have been to IHOP, but they’ve been to Waffle House and they BEG to go back!)